Seattle in a Nutshell

As seen in the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center last week. photo

Sewing Machines?

Neither Shelby nor I know how to use sewing machines. We both learned how to use them in high school, but we don't own one and have never really felt a need to have one. But that may be changing. Since the February update, life in Madison has been crazy. Justin's paper on adoptive transfer of lymphocytes is being considered for publication in PLOS One. Chad and Ericka's paper on the MHC genetics of Indonesian cynomolgus macaques is in press at Immunogenetics, and we have three more papers being readied for submission. In addition to writing and reviewing papers, we have been teaching classes and traveling. Since the beginning of March, I've visited New York, Washington D.C., and Seattle. Fortunately I don't have any more long trips planned.

Important events brewing outside of lab are contributing to the bustling atmosphere at work. In mid-March, we learned that Shelby is expecting our first child in mid-September. The last few weekends have been spent cleaning the house and preparing a baby room. We are overjoyed, but recognize that life in lab will likely never be the same! I plan on taking a considerable amount of paternity time during the fall semester. If you are a prospective graduate student matriculating this fall, I am not yet sure whether we will be taking rotating students. In addition to the pregnancy, I suffered a concussion, had a tooth extracted, and spent quite a lot of time digging out from this winter's record-setting snowfall. So yeah, it's been busy!

SKY.fm

A few months ago we had a rental car that only got one radio station. For nearly two weeks, it was WKOA, all country all the time. And, I'm ashamed to admit it, we liked it. A running debate in lab is what qualifies as a musical guilty pleasure. I'm pretty sure that any songs that include the lyrics 'I want to check you for ticks' and 'Ain't no high maintenance woman gonna fall for a maintenance man' qualifies. Tonight I rekindled memories of those two weeks by listening to SKY.fm's Country internet station. And, once again, I liked it. I suspect this will serve me well the next time I need to venture south of the Mason-Dixon line.

A Grim Realization

According to this week's Sports Illustrated, most basketball players lose the ability to dunk by the time they are 34. This means that I have only a few years to improve my vertical jump by about two feet and learn coordination so that I can dunk before my window of opportunity closes. Perhaps I need to start wearing ankle weights as I sit at my desk all day. I'm sure that will help.